wind-jig day

the wild wind
is playing
the clothes
on the line

it spins them
as it whistles
a tune

in cavort time
the pegs
wooden and plastic
are clicking
like rogue castanets

trees have been swirled
have been twirled

it’s a heady dance
of wind-sway
and tousling
in breathless delight

around and around
goes the line

the shirt plumped out
like a spinnaker

the pants are horizon
to the plane
of the ground
as they flutter
stretched taut
and away


until the lull

set down

stop the adrena-line

gently now
at each other
for a moment of pause

a whistle
to sign
a new reel

and around and around
they go

around and around
on the wind

she shrills her tune
and there’s none
can resist
one more time
go around

© Frank Prem, 2017

March 2017 Poem #14: getting lucky

2 thoughts on “wind-jig day

  1. I adore clothes lines and the possibilities pegged on them …. visually and then well, what are the stories within the stories ….

    great capture Frank – I felt like I was watching and part of the dance 🙂

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